Merging The Ant Genes, Ten Times The Strength!

Mitchell, who often read online novels before he transmigrated, was naturally very familiar with things such as gold fingers.

Even after discovering that he had transmigrated, Mitchell had been silently waiting for the arrival of the golden finger.

Hence, Mitchell was not surprised at all.

On the contrary, he calmly opened his cheat code and checked the specific functions of the 'God-Level Fusion System'.

It only took Mitchell a minute to figure out the purpose of the system.

Because it was too simple and crude.

As the name suggested, this was a system that could integrate with various races and obtain the genes of this race.

Simply put, if he chose to merge with an orc now, he would be able to obtain a strong physique.

If he found a human to fuse with now, he could obtain the elemental affinity of a human.

If he found a dwarf to fuse with now, he would most likely obtain the dwarf's forging and brewing techniques.

With this system, Mitchell would no longer be a good-for-nothing who had only inherited the flaws of his race.

On the contrary, he would become the strongest orc in all races!

Thinking of this, Mitchell couldn't wait to try out how useful the system was.

Soon, his gaze landed on the ants that were carrying food on the ground.

He bent down and picked up one of the ants.

The ant struggled frantically after Mitchell grabbed it.

In the eyes of the entire world, ants were the weakest creatures.

However, in Mitchell's eyes, ants were a very powerful race.

[Ding, detected Host has subdued the ant. Do you want to merge?]

"Fuse!"

Mitchell didn't hesitate at all.

Instantly, the ant in Mitchell's hand turned into white light particles and flew into Mitchell's glabella.

Mitchell, on the other hand, instantly felt a steady stream of powerful energy surging through from his body.

[Ding! Congratulations to Host for successfully fusing with an ant. Genes obtained—10 times strength]

"Sure enough!"

Mitchell could no longer hide his excitement now.

There was a severe lack of knowledge in this world. Even the knowledge of humans was limited to history and magic.

Meanwhile, Mitchell, who had transmigrated from Earth, had a lot of knowledge that this world did not know.

Take the ants for example. The people of this world didn't understand them, but Mitchell did.

Ant, this seemingly weak creature, could actually lift an object that was four hundred times of its own weight.

If it was to use the method of dragging, it could even increase this multiplier to 1,700 times!

No race in the world possessed such powerful genes.

It could be called the world's strongest race!

Although this gene could only be multiplied to ten times by Mitchell, it was already very powerful.

Although his physique was considered thin and small among the orcs, the other orcs weighed about 150 to 200 kilograms, and he was only 100 kilograms, the strength of the other orcs was only 300 to 350 kilograms.

Even his elder brother, who was favored by his father, only had 500 kilograms of strength.

But now, Mitchell could easily reach 1,000 kilograms of strength.

It was twice that of Big Brother!

Sensing that the changes in his body had stopped, Mitchell slowly stood up and gently grabbed the edge of the bed.

The next second, Mitchell casually lifted up the crudely made solid wooden bed with one hand.

Looking at the blanket that was scattered all over the floor because the bed had become slanted, a trace of fervor flashed across Mitchell's eyes.

"From today onwards, I will no longer be Mitchell!"

***

Today was different from usual. The War Plaza was already packed with people.

There was no other reason. Today was the day of the Strength Conference.

City Lord Xeno had also issued a notice. Whoever could win in the Strength Competition would be rewarded handsomely.

Although everyone in the Blood Roar City knew that today was called the Strength Competition, it was actually just an exhibition match for the city lord's sons.

Xeno's eldest son, Serre, was said to have the strength of 500 kilograms.

This was not something ordinary orcs could compare to.

However, although almost no one could compete with Serre for the first place, everyone still gathered here.

For no other reason, as orcs were a race that advocated strength.

The young and strong orcs were all very willing to participate in the Strength Competition. Even if they couldn't get first place, it was still very honorable to get second or third place.

Meanwhile, the juvenile and elder orcs also enjoyed watching these performances.

For the orcs, strength was everything.

Soon, the crowd cheered.

A common orc warrior had lifted up a 900-kilogram boulder!

One had to know that a normal orc who could lift 400 kilograms, was already considered a very formidable warrior.

And yet this unknown little commoner actually had such awesome strength. It was enough for him to gain the respect of everyone.

Soon, the warrior lowered the boulder in his hand.

When the boulder landed on the ground, it made a loud sound. Even the ground seemed to be shaking slightly.

The warrior seemed to be enjoying himself very much with the shouts of the people below. He slapped the muscles on his chest hard.

Xeno, who was sitting on the high platform, looked at the warrior below and his eyes lit up as if he was rather impressed.

"Warrior, what's your name?"

"Lord Xeno, my name is Al." Al was excited that the citylord was talking to him. He looked as if he was about to achieve a meteoric rise.

In fact, it was true.

Xeno nodded with satisfaction and said in a low voice, "You will work for me in the future. Are you willing to be a centurion?"

Al immediately knelt on one knee in excitement upon hearing that. He hurriedly said, "Thank you for your appreciation, City Lord!"

The surrounding people were also extremely envious when they saw this scene.

This was the second objective of the Strength Competition.

If anyone were to display outstanding strength today, they would be recognized by the city lord and rise rapidly.

What did a centurion mean?

On the battlefield, he was just a small regiment commander leading a hundred-man regiment.

But in the eyes of commoners, this represented food and status.

To most people, this was already a very generous reward.

With Al as an example, the crowd below became restless. Many people already couldn't wait to go on stage to show their abilities.

Xeno had naturally seen that.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a certain heated point, Xeno immediately waved his hand and said loudly,

"Where is my son Serre?"

The people immediately became excited upon hearing Serre's name.

Apart from being the city lord's eldest son, Serre also had another identity.

Blood Roar City's number one warrior!

How could the commoners not be excited when such a person appeared?

Soon, Serre reached the stage amidst the cheers of the commoners.

"Your son is here!"

Looking at his son's full energetic state, Xeno nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.

"Someone, bring my son a 500-kilogram boulder!"

Hearing that, the people became even more excited.

It was rumored that Serre had the strength of 500 kilograms. Could they finally see it with their own eyes today?

However, just as everyone was preparing to witness this scene with their own eyes, Serre said smugly,

"There's no challenge with a 500-kilogram boulder. Bring me a 600-kilogram boulder!"